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My mother began troubling me more. Phone calls, spam messages, even going as far as giving my phone number to her debtors. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. No calls, no messages from her side. I thought she had finally given up... before she showed up at my apartment something snapped in me.
I opened the door as I walked inside, the floor was filled with bottles and there I saw a figure which made me froze.
Her drunken eyes raked over me, unfocused, barely registering anything. Her saree was a mess—wrinkled, slipping off her shoulder. Red-rimmed eyes, lipstick smudged unevenly. She looked like a stranger.
She staggered up from the sofa, bottles clinking noisily as they bumped against each other. I instinctively took a step back.
The stench of alcohol hit me before she did. She placed a hand on my cheek, fingers cold, touch oddly gentle.
"Kaise ho?" The slur barely formed words.
(How are you?)
"Theek ho na?" Her hand moved, caressing my cheek softly.
(Doing good?)
"Khush ho ki nahi?" Her fingers trailed slowly through my hair, a drunken smile tugging at her lips.
(Are you happy or not?)
"Par main nahi hoon, kyunki meri hi beti ne mujhe kutto ki tarah bheek mangwayi, sirf kuch paison ke liye."
Her fingers tightened. Hard. Yanking at my hair. A sharp sting. I bit my lip, pain shooting through my scalp, but fear held me in place.
(But I am not. How can I be, when my own daughter made me beg like a bitch for money?)
How? How did she end up here? How did I?
"Ek to paal-pos ke bada kiya aur itna khayal rakha, par kuch log hote hain na, nalayak. Phaltu beti bhi mili hai mujhe." Each word dug into me like knives.
(I raised you with such care, such love, but some people... some people are just born useless. And I got that useless daughter.)
"Kya muh band kyun ho gaya? Bhagne ka soch rahi ho?"
I stepped back, but my legs numb, frozen didn't move fast enough. The bottles clattered as I fell. My heart pounded.
(Why are you silent? Thinking of running?)
"Nahi, bhagne nahi dungi."
(No, I won't let you.)
"M-Ma—"
The words barely left my lips before she smashed the bottle near my leg. Shards embedded into my skin. A dull, burning sting folllowed soon after. I sucked in a breath. Didn't move. Didn't react. Any emotion would only make it worse.
"Kuch nahi bolne aur sunna beta." She hiccupped, eyes glinting.
(I don't want to listen or speak anything, beta.)
"Suno to—" The bottle was at my neck before I could finish. Sharp edges kissed my skin and a thin line of warmth trickled down.
(Please listen—)
"Paise kahan hain, hmm?" Blood dripped from her fingers as she picked up the broken shards. She didn't even flinch.
(Where is the money, hmm?)
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